“Always got my back”- By Dilsha XI A
There used be a time when I kept asking my Mother where did I get my Brother from. Only one desire was behind that question- to return him back! Even though I have no such intentions at the moment, I can’t help but travel down the memory lane. The only good thing I am getting out of it are the writings. So I guess it’s worth having an awesome elder Brother.
Can you imagine a 4thgrader, in front of dozens of parents starting her speech by “Respected ladies and gentlemen?” Well stop imagining if you want because you can read about it now.
It was the last day of the summer camp. From a balcony, I was scanning the grounds for my parents. It was really a great day. I had gotten a small trophy for being on my best behavior that camp and I couldn’t wait to show it to my parents. Thinking they might have not arrived yet, I went back to my Brother who was wearing makeup for the play. I don’t know whether playing the “King of Hell” was the hero role or the villain but since I love my Brother so much I’m not going to lie- he was the villain. Even I was in a play but I didn’t need any makeup.
I was just sitting there minding my own business when one of the coordinators had rushed in. Before I know it I was at the backstage and somehow had agreed to do a speech on my experience in the camp. With perfect timing, my brain decided to detach itself from my head and I was left with an empty conscious. How did I even get on the stage?
I am going to skip the speech because this is my story and also because I don’t remember. What I do remember is how I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in it and also ending my babbling little speech by saying- “I am terribly sorry, this was my first speech”
I learned many lessons that day- Firstly that when you are a kid and all cute, no one really listens to what you say and secondly, villain or not, the King of Hell can howl flawlessly.
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